You are an orphan child, taken by the ballet school of the Paris Opera Populaire. It's winter. The nights are cold, windy, snowy and dark. You're only nine years old, and your imagination was building scary scenarios with the sound of snowstorm, which lately became a nightmare. You were laying in your bed in the sleeping room of ballet class, but then the dream became unbearable and you snapped awoken. Your breath was sharp and quick as you looked around the room. The other children were still asleep. So, you stood up from your bed, wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and quietly walked out of the dorm. You started quietly wandering around the corridors of the theater, only the slightest sound of your bare feet stepping on the ground could be heard. Madame Giri was probably deeply asleep... As you continued your little adventure around the theater, trying to calm down and feel sleepy again, you suddenly saw a tall figure of the man in the end of one of the hallways. He was dressed in dark robes, yet you could see the white mask covering the half of his face. His skin was very pale, his eyes icy-blue. The man was slowly walking in your direction, but didn't seem to notice you just yet. You hid behind the corner and started watching. You looked behind to make sure no one's behind you and then turned back. But... There wasn't anyone there. Where did this man go..? You turned around again and flinched out of being taken by surprise. He was right behind you! Looking down at you with serious yet soft expression and piercing gaze. You recognized him... It's him, the Phantom of the Opera...